Reunited?{thread;open}

[pinkgospel.livejournal.com]

Characters: Aerith Gainsborough & OPEN
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: After the end of a long whimsical journey, the flower girl finds herself hesitating to press onward because she fears the truth.
Location: Lindblum - Financial District
Date: January 30, 1804
Warnings: PG-13


With every step she took literally, Aerith figuratively took two steps back. The anxiety she felt within her heart was a crushing one, the emotions she felt swirling so high that she could barely think. Those melancholy emerald eyes would ignore Lindblum’s majestic beauty today as the girl made her way past the plaza's stairs. Trying her best not to allow her thoughts to stray, Aerith couldn't help but wonder if it was wise to part ways with the knight who escorted her here. Delita's presence was sorely missed now as she marched through this city alone. It was bitterly cold in Lindblum, colder than it was in the gentle Fields of Fum. Wrapped in a cloak she paid for within the village of Condo Petie, Aerith thought to send a message to Tifa in the form of three brief words.

"I am here." She smiled wanly as she recorded her voice upon the sky phone. "The Financial District, I'll meet you there." Cutting the device off, the girl hid the phone back within her pouch. Strolling idly past a nearby lamppost, Aerith came to a full stop once her eyes gazed up at the sky. Dressed in a crimson hued cloak, it probably wouldn't take long for anyone to spot her.

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[heartofheaven.livejournal.com]

"Very sick," Tifa murmured in reply.

She looked up at Aerith, relief obvious in her face. "Aerith... You're finally here. Please, can you help him?"

[xnotyetaherox.livejournal.com]

Denzel had tried so hard to react to Tifa's words the way his mind wanted him to. He wanted to jump for joy. He was truly going to be cured and everything was going to be okay! All he could manage though was the slightest of smiles.

By the time Cloud and Aerith entered, he was pretty much unable to move. He could barely even pick out their voices. Everything was a blur, it hurt to even open his eyes. The mark on his forehead began to weep, the black ooze rolling down his face, his body breaking out into a shivering mess.

[pinkgospel.livejournal.com]

If the look upon Cloud's face didn't give away the severity of his son's illness, then the frightful gaze within Tifa's eyes did. She never seen her look so worried, not even when they went up against Shinra or Sephiroth did the former bar hostess ever look this upset. Aerith truly hoped she could heal that boy because if she couldn't, Aerith would have a tough time looking either of them eye to eye.

"I'll do my best." She said with a faint smile before turning her attention to the sickly child. Denzel was no more than eight or nine years old, a little boy plagued with something so awful that made Aerith's skin crawl. The black ooze that spews forth from his pores made her cringe in mild fear but without hesitating much, Aerith took her place beside Denzel's bed. Reaching out her hand to touch his forehead, the Cetra figured it would take more than a simple healing spell to save the boy.

"I hope the Regent has good insurance." A mild warning in the form of a cleverly disguised joke as she wondered if she should tap in to the power of the materia that her mother left behind.

Glancing at the worried parents, Aerith offered the pair a confident smile. “I can handle it, don’t worry.”